Score another one for the home team

You're riding across the desert on your trusty steed. It's not the best day for a ride – a little too cold, alot too windy –
but you try not to care because it feels so darned good to be in the saddle.

You're moseying along, taking in the scenery, whistling a little, grinning a lot, and then you see it. A speck in the distance.
Out of place. A bright object that doesn't belong there. Your mind starts to wonder. Could it be?

You ride closer. Your heart starts to beat a little faster. You wish you were wearing your glasses.

You encourage your trusty steed to walk faster. She senses your excitement. Her ears prick forward. She picks up a jog.
Closer and closer you ride, still not sure. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. You curse your near-sightedness.

Then it comes, the moment of certainty. You drop your reins and raise both arms straight above your head.

SCORE!

You and your trusty steed have found another cow skull.

You quickly dismount to pick up your treasure. Your trusty steed shakes her head and rolls her eyes
but stands quietly while you tie it to the back of the saddle.

You have to wait to take pictures until you get home because somebody dropped her point-and-shoot in the dirt awhile back

and she was cameraless on the ride.

Lucy: So that's what was banging me in the butt all the way home.

Introductions were made. Smooch was skeptical at first but she warmed right up to him.

Smooch: Where'd the rest of you go?

The only decision to be made now is where to hang him.